Two angry men - in heat they sever, And one goes home by a harvest field: - Hope's nought, quoth he, "and vain endeavor; I said and say it, I will not yield! As for this wrong, no art can mend it, The bond is shiver'd that held us twain; Old friends we be, but law must end it, Whether for loss or whether for gain. Yon stream is small - full slow its wending; But winning is sweet, but right is fine; And shoal of trout, or willowy bending - Though Law be costly - I'll prove them mine. His strawberry cow slipped loose her tether, And trod the best of my barley down; His little lasses at play together Pluck'd the poppies my boys had grown. What then? - Why naught! She lack'd of reason; And they - my little ones match them well: - But this - Nay all things have their season, And 'tis my season to curb and quell." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE GRASS by SARAH ROBERTS BOYLE SEASONS (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI GOD KNOWETH by MARY GARDNER BRAINARD A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 41 by THOMAS CAMPION TO THE MOST SCARED KING JAMES by THOMAS CAMPION |